All posts filed under: thrifting

Thrifting Haul: Anachronistic Picnic

Originally posted on mailbox mermaid:
I have a secret daydream of living in a little house with a vast, verdant garden in an utterly nonexistent, romanticized land and era where my days spend my days poring over novels, walking through slightly-wild rosebushes, and drinking tea by an abandoned fountain in the late afternoon (and also probably eating cake and strawberries, because why not). This ridiculous, saccharine fantasy recently enveloped me while I was–of all places–lost in the middle of countless racks of color-coded clothes at the Goodwill Store. And why? Because, friends, I found the dress of my dreams: or maybe I should say that it found me? (No, I definitely found it: let’s not make this weirder than it already is.) Absolutely every detail of this dress delights me. The neckline pairs perfectly with my grandmother’s pearls (appropriately)–or, if I had one, perhaps a cameo brooch. There’s no tag or maker’s mark on this dress, and the way in which it’s stitched suggests that it was probably handmade, making it even more charming! You know what I like, though? Really nice fitted…

Adventures in bicycling: Introducing Bee

Originally posted on The Verbal Thing:
The summer after I graduated from college, I bought my first car. I’ve written a handful of posts about him; in August of 2012, when I drove Hazza off the lot, I assumed I would always need a car to commute to work. Last year when I moved to Rhode Island, I realized that if I ever wanted to live in a proper city, having a car wouldn’t be practical at all. It’s expensive, for one, and difficult, for two. It’s hard to find parking that isn’t on the street or outrageously overpriced. Driving in the city is Not Fun. As I mentioned in a recent post, I had a quarter-life crisis in the spring and ended up selling my car, among making other major changes. Once we moved into the city, I started walking to work. It’s not a bad walk: 45 minutes one way, give or take, and a little less than that if I hustle. Since I sold Hazza, though, I’ve repeatedly said that I want…